At the end of my 8th grade, I started to think about where I wanted to spend the next four years of my social/ academic life. I was debating if I should go to either Foothill High or Ventura High. In the end I know I would make a good decision if I really thought about the outcome.
My choices for going to Foothill or Ventura did not matter in my case. My parents were set on me going to Foothill. No matter how much I tried to guilt them into letting me go to school with my friends, they never gave up. I really wanted to go to a normal High School and go to the big pep rallies before a big game, or even try to win homecoming princess or queen. But I didn’t care what my mom told me “you won’t get into a good college if you go to Ventura”.
My heart obviously wanted to be at Ventura but my head was telling me that a better education would be good for me. My heart belonged with all my friends and at a big school having fun, but my mind was all about education. I loved my friends thought and I guess my parents didn’t care the way I felt. Good education meant a good job when I’m older. I truly would of loved going to Ventura.
I promised i would try Foothill at frist but when i realized it really was full of nerdy kids i wanted to switch right away. But i am stuck at this school for four more years . I was forced to this school
At the end of my 8th grade, I started to think about where I wanted to spend the next four years of my social/ academic life. I was debating if I should go to either Foothill High or Ventura High. In the end I know I would make a good decision if I really thought about the outcome.
My choices for going to Foothill or Ventura did not matter in my case. My parents were set on me going to Foothill. No matter how much I tried to guilt them into letting me go to school with my friends, they never gave up. I really wanted to go to a normal High School and go to the big pep rallies before a big game, or even try to win homecoming princess or queen. But I didn’t care what my mom told me “you won’t get into a good college if you go to Ventura”.
My heart obviously wanted to be at Ventura but my head was telling me that a better education would be good for me. My heart belonged with all my friends and at a big school having fun, but my mind was all about education. I loved my friends thought and I guess my parents didn’t care the way I felt. Good education meant a good job when I’m older. I truly would of loved going to Ventura.
I promised i would try Foothill at frist but when i realized it really was full of nerdy kids i wanted to switch right away. But i am stuck at this school for four more years . I was forced to this school